I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.

This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.

I always loved the verve and vivacity of pulp and I kind of merged it with my own interest in family stories.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

I said shut up once already, with my mouth.